FROM this forlornest place, at morn and even, Issues a voice imperative, "Begone, All ye that let your vermin thoughts creep on Beneeath the unheeded thunders of high Heaven; Nor welcome they, who, when free grace is given To free from usual life's dominion, Soon as the moving scene or time is gone, Return, like penitents unfitly shriven. But Ye, who long have wooed the memory Of this great Victim of sublime despair, Encompassed round with evil as with air, Yet crying, 'God is good, and sinful He,' -- Remain, and feel how better 'tis to drink Of Truth to Madness even than shun that fountain's brink." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |